Page 125 of The Auction Block

I pull a bottle of water out of the fridge and sit down on the stool next to him. He reaches over and puts his hand on my back. I sigh deeply and chug my water.

"How do we help them, Lily?"

"I can call my shrink," I say, shocked I didn't think of it sooner. "He's in DC, but I'm sure he can come here."

"You have a shrink?"

"Yep. Jax used to make me see him three times a week after he first found me. Then I saw him after every assignment. It's been awhile, but he's the best. It's why Interpol hired him."

"I think that would be a good idea."

I stand, grabbing Dresden's head and pulling him into a hug against my chest. "We'll get through this. All of us."

He puts his arms around me and squeezes. "I hope you're right."

I laugh. "I'm always right."

"Smart ass," he says, letting go.

I walk back to Blake's bedroom and pull my cell phone from the nightstand. Unlocking it, I press the speed dial for my doctor. It's four a.m., but I know he'll answer.

"Hello?"

"Doctor Saladinya, it's Lily."

"Lily? Are you okay? It’s been awhile."

"I'm okay. I need a favor."

"Sure, what's going on?"

"Can you come to Baltimore? We're on assignment and I have two people who need someone to talk with."

"Email me the address. I'll be there by nine."

"Thanks, Doc."

"You and I need to talk as well. I heard about Jax's dismissal."

"Yeah."

"I'll see you at nine."

"Yes, sir."

I hang up and email him the address. Climbing back into bed, I sigh. We're not making any advances on this assignment. If we don't make something happen soon, The Taurus are going to get the better of us and we'll all be killed.

I close my eyes as Blake rolls over, wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling me tight against his chest. I drift into an uneasy sleep, full of darkness, canes, and sinister laughter.

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"I'm looking for Agent Williams." The thick Middle Eastern voice travels up the stairs as I descend.

Strolling onto the main floor, I chuckle at the defiant stances of Blake and Dresden. I neglected to let anyone know the good doctor was coming because of how late I called him.

"Good morning, Doc. How was your drive?" I say, entering the kitchen. I pour a cup of coffee and walk over, holding my hand out.

"Wonderful. Your gentlemen are rather protective of you," he says taking my hand.